Life has taught me to be very jaded and cautious when dealing with people. This has manifested itself in me having a very limited numbers of friends. I've been fortunate to have two ready-made best friends in my sisters, and a husband I call friend. I spent the first 18 years of my life searching for the BFF or the all-girls clique that I read about in my Baby-Sitters Club and Sweet Valley High books. It wasn't meant to be. At age 11, I had the pleasure of meeting my brother from another mother, my bestest guy BFF, Richie B.
I don't acknowledge his role in my life often, but he was my confidente and closest friend for a very long time. We talk about twice a month now-- you know how it is when you get older and someone moves away or begins to have kids. He knows ALL of my secrets-- LOL {even read one my diaries {yes I still keep a journal, 2 acutally}}. He wasn't what I wish for, but he is perfect.
Our High School Senior Portraits
My Wedding Day
My mother sent me this email and it is the catalyst for this post. I know it is a common saying that people come into your life for a reason and this poem speaks to this. Don't have the source.
I pray Daniella finds that someone who she can call friend outside of her family. A relationship that allows her to just be. To just be free of envy, jealously, and contempt. As an African-American woman I know how hard this is to foster a relationship like this. And I know that my Lil D will have a harder time of it because of her lighter skin, and straight hair. I just hope and pray she will have enough of her father's personality to be a true alpha female and not be boogled down by the bullshit that often comes from trying to "fit" in a group.
